Little to Big

January 28th, 2009

When Diesel opened in 1999, it seemed as though the fresh juice and beverage industry was on the brink of something big.  People were starting to be more conscientious of what they were eating and drinking and being more aware of where those products came from.

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Ever since we started Diesel and Bloc, we have been attracted to working with like-minded vendors.  Businesses that care and have some heart, businesses that seem to have some connection to their community, businesses that have some investment in their employees, businesses that care about the environment and sustainability.  For the first few years that we were open, it seemed as though the beverage industry was an area where aligning ourselves with these kind of businesses was a no-brainer.  There was Fresh Samantha, started by a guy who named his company after his daughter.  And then there was Odwalla, a similar company started by three folks on the West Coast that wanted to distribute fresh juice to local supermarkets.  Naked Juice is another  story of a vision, a juicer, a truck, and local distribution.

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All three of these companies also share a simliar story of growth, development and aquisition.  In 2000, Odwalla purchsed Fresh Samantha for $27 million in stock.  A year later, in 2001, Coca-Cola purchased the joint companies for $181 million as part of their Minute-Maid division.

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Disenchanted with Coca-Cola, we were more than enthusiastic when approached by a new up and coming juice company, Naked Juice.  We discontinued Odwalla/Coca-Cola and made the switch to exclusively carry Nakeds.  And then, in 2006, Naked was acquired by Pepsi which had recently bought out Stacy’s Pita Chips and Izze’s Sodas in an attempt to branch out into the natural food and beverage market.

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Certainly, what Coca-Cola and Pepsi can boast as an intelligent business model is that they have not put all their eggs in one basket.  Having their hands in many different and even competing arenas allows them safety nets from falling victim to the next “trend”.

The Question that I pose is: why?  Why does this seem to be the natural progression of growth in business?  And what does that mean for our future?  How do we grow in a way that is in keeping with our original mission?  Does profit equal selling out?  Does selling majority or all shares in your business have to mean that you are selling out?

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Opening a second store was a big deal for us because of this very issue, and the main reason that Bloc11 is NOT Diesel or Diesel 2.   For the past decade, Tucker and I have spent close to every single day in Diesel’s 4 walls, in sync with our staff, our customers, and our community.  A second store threatened those connections and we feared that eventually, we would turn into just another coffee conglomerate named after constellations and money.  But after about a year, what we have learned is that while it is different,  we have widened our network and our communities.  We employ close to 50 people, have an even larger customer base and have still managed to create, maintain and develop  meaningful ties.  And what I think about as we grow and grow up, is that Tucker and I are guided by what is important to us.  Not that it is always clear what that is, our what the path is to that goal, but we have always gone with what feels right.  So, I hope that in the next decade, we can continue to be motivated and steered by what is right for us and the people we care about at that moment in time.

Peeling Back the Layers

January 25th, 2009

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I think that places are like people.  A physical place can be so much more than what you think you see and as you get to know it more, you realize that there is so much more depth to it than you could ever have imagined.

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When we saw 11 Bow Street for the first time, we saw an abandoned building that had been left alone for close to a decade.  A place, thick with dust and carpets, a space broken up into mini-offices, truncated by sheets of drywall and steel door frames.  Chipping paint and cobwebs, water-stained yellowing ceilings, and recessed florescent lighting.  And yet, we were certain that this place was going to be the home to our second store and our third home away from home.

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Perhaps we knew that there was something behind what we saw.  Towards the end of the demolition phase of the construction, we were faced with the challenge of picking paint colors.  Colors are not an easy thing for Tucker and I to agree on.  Tucker will meticulously comb through every shade of whites, creams, and off-whites before picking a color and I will choose the first color I see that I like.  So, while we had varying sample sticks and color wheels splayed out on the floor our contractor came up to us and showed us the view below.

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I have always loved brick.  Living in Japan and California, there was very little brick lining the streets and New England was the first place where I ever saw whole buildings made out of red brick.  And here was a building that was made entirely of brick and we had no idea.  There were 4 layers of drywall and strapping on top of these brick walls.  And many of the windows were covered over with cement.  I don’t remember Tucker’s reaction, but I felt like crying.  It was everything that I had ever wanted.

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After we removed the drywall from all four perimeters, we not only gained a few extra square feet of space, but also restored some of  the original elements of this building.  The other day, I was in Harvard Square, walking up the stairs when I looked down and saw that there were three layers to these steps.  First, there was wood, and then carpet, someone had come in and put down rubber tiles, over the carpet.  It reminded me of Bloc and how we came so close because we were not looking beyond the surface.

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Making Connections

January 23rd, 2009

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Winter is a time of dormancy, but for coffee, it is a great time of year.  This fall, we saw a surge of vibrant African coffees from Rwanda, Ethiopia and Kenya.  And now we have coffees from the Pacific Region and in the past few weeks, we are seeing a wide array of Latin American Coffees from Peru and Columbia.  This week, we received samples of these two coffees from Columbia, both are new direct trade coffees from Intelligentsia.  Receiving samples, opening the box, removing the excess packaging, and revealing little red bags of new beans is like Christmas.  It is certainly a treat and a gift.

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Tonight, we brewed the El Mirador and the Heliconias side by side to taste.  Aside from the beautiful names that roll off the tongue and the amazing fact that these two coffee varietals are from the same farm, what struck me as we gathered around to taste these coffees, was the smell.

Coffee has a certain aroma.  Even non-coffee drinkers can probably appreciate or at least recall waking up some morning and walking into a kitchen somewhere to the scent of freshly brewed coffee.  And while the smell of coffee is an important component to the enjoyment of a cup, it is usually just a part of the act, and the drinking of coffee is the emphasis of the experience.  Drinking coffee for me is a lot of things: ritual, caffeine, complement to food, pleasure, enjoyment, source of water, and part of my job.  I always smell coffee before I drink it.  Because it is a way that I enjoy the coffee and because my nose is in close proximity to the cup as I drink from it.

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Scent and the relationship to taste is simple: in order to taste, we must be able to smell.  And in any scenario where we are trained to smell before we taste, we do.  But how often do we actually sniff something before we eat or drink it?  Tonight, as I took in the scent of these incredible coffees, something clicked.  That while I enjoyed tasting these coffees, I actually enjoyed the fragrance of them even more because the amazing smell reflected the quality of the coffee bean and the balance of a well-brewed cup.

Flowers, especially Heliconias, are like that.  Often in their stunning visual display, we are cued to appreciate what we see, but sometimes fail to get close enough to breath in their scent.

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Prom 2008

January 22nd, 2009

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Prom 2008.

This is not your typical prom.  Not that I would know what that was like.  I went to an all-girl’s prep school for 7 years with the same 37 women and never knew the joys of football games, cheerleaders, homecoming or prom.  What I have learned since leaving high school is that most people I know have horrible memories of their high school prom.  Stories of humiliation, embarrassment, drunken escapades, and even heart break.

I suppose that one of the beautiful things about being an adult is that you can re-claim those memories and re-live them in a different way.

Since Diesel was old enough to have a first birthday, we have celebrated by having a “prom”.  In an attempt to re-create a certain high school experience, we decided that each year, we would have a prom-themed party.  We have rented the back room at the Burren, taken over Atwood’s Tavern and most recently hunkered down at  Redbones’ Underbones.  We close our stores early so we have time to get dressed up, made up, done up, and then we dance, drink, celebrate and try not to talk about work.  Well, I try not to talk about work.

The prom committee, usually headed by Tucker, comprises playlists, decorates the space in accordance with our theme, orders food, and tallies the votes for our prom king and queen.  For 2008, we had two sets of prom queen and king: one for Diesel and one for Bloc11.  This year, I remember just looking around the room, filled with people who work with us, their friends, some customers, and thinking that this is a rare thing, indeed.

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One Vote At a Time

January 21st, 2009

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Tucker drew this in anticipation of an epic week in November 2008.  She was right.

“That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age.  Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.  These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights….On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord….In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.”-excerpt from President Barack Obama’s Inaugural Accpetance Speech

For me, I think that what makes President Obama’s words so powerful is his ability to echo, so eloquently and gracefully, my own thoughts.  “Hope over fear”.  I think about this a lot.  Not just right now, but often, because choosing to be hopeful over fearful is a choice and a mindset, a perspective that we can choose to adopt, or not.  A good friend and my external conscience once told me that “It is in times of perceived crisis that innovation and innovative business happens.”  I know he is right, as usual.

While large corporations like Starbucks and Wells Fargo are closing locations, there are small businesses that are still willing to start something.  In the midst of an energy crisis, we are forced to consider alternative, inventive sources for energy.  We are looking more closely at what we can do to save, to cut costs, to be more efficient, to be smarter.  I have to admit that in previous times of prosperity, we never examined our business as closely as have had to in the past two years.  Not because of the economy, per se, but because we opened a new business in 2007.  After nearly ten years, we were back to being in the “start-up” phase and this humbling reminder has helped us to take a closer look at everything.  When there is little to no “extra”, we are forced to consider ways that we can create and generate.

President Obama has reflected the hope that we all have inside of us for something better, something more than what we see right in front of us.  Today, while our 44th President was being sworn in, I ran through the streets of Cambridge and Somerville, blinded by the reflection of sunlight on the snow and a little tearful at all the prospects that lie in store for us.

Why I Don’t Hate Starbucks

January 19th, 2009

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establishments24-450x337In 1998, when we decided to open Diesel Cafe in Davis Square, this Starbucks was not there.  In fact, many of the Starbucks that we are used to seeing line the streets, were not there.   This space directly across the street from us lay vacant for a number of months after Papa Gino’s closed their doors.  We even contacted the landlord at some point to introduce ourselves.  When I explained to him what we were doing, he laughed and said, “That is a stupid idea, you know?”  8 months later, he rented to Starbucks.

When we opened in May of 1999, we were one of many independently owned cafes in Davis Square (The Someday, Salt and Pepper Bakery, and Carberry’s) .  The abundance and concentration of cafes in the square was actually one of the appeals for us.  We had looked in Central Square, which also boasted a handful of eclectic coffeehouses, for close to 2 years with no luck.  When we were close to giving up the search for a space, we opened the Boston Globe classifieds to a space in Somerville.

About 6 months after Diesel opened, we learned that a Starbucks was getting ready to open across the street.  We had just invested everything we had, borrowed more money than we could ever imagine making back, and put even more money on credit cards that no bank in their right mind should have ever let us have.  Needless to say, the prospect of being “put out of business” and “bankrupt at 21″ was enough to keep me awake at night devising schemes that centered around arson or shattered glass or both.

The first couple of weeks that the Starbucks was open, I remember someone threw paint at the building across the windows, someone spray-painted their windows and someone finally just threw a rock through the windows.  I remember thinking how awful I would feel if someone ever did that to our store.  And I remember thinking, I bet they think that it was us.  I also remember thinking, what is the point?

Here are some things that Starbucks has taught me over the years:

1.  Tall is small.
2.  Grande is medium.
3.  Hating on the competitor does not help your company do a better job.
4.  Staying in touch with the competitor can help your company.
5.  Competition is relative. Our friend and founder of Intelligentsia, Doug Zell, likes to say that Intelligentsia does not compete with anyone but themselves.  I also find assurance and agony in the knowledge that we can do so much better.
6.  Starbucks reminds us of what we don’t want to be.
7.  As a good friend recently said, “Coffee companies should not try to get involved in the music industry”.  Check.
8.  Starbucks provides the public with something that we cannot. That is a good thing. Options and choices are important.
9.  A logo is only as powerful as the branding behind it.  Green mermaids?
10. If nothing else, Starbucks provides a good point of reference and reflection. What is it that people like from Starbucks? What do they offer that we, as a community value, respect, appreciate? What does it say about our community that there are so many of these stores all over the world?